The mother picked up the child and was ready to comfort. She was suddenly stunned.
The baby's father looked at his wife and stopped, wondering, "wife, what's the matter with you? The child is still crying. What are you doing?"
The woman sitting on the hospital bed trembled her fingers. She looked at the red mole in the eyebrow of her child and looked in horror: "mole... Mole..."
"Mole?" the child's father was puzzled.
He came over and asked, "what mole? There are no moles on our children's faces. Did you just wake up and look at the flowers -"
The child's father froze and his words stuck in his throat.
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The next day, Shen Wanqing came to the hospital. Just as she was about to come to the ward, she overheard someone talking about something.
Shen Wanqing didn't listen clearly, but she vaguely heard them mention the second ward at the end of the corridor.
Shen Wanqing frowned. What happened?
She walked over and chatted easily with a smile on her face: "what are you talking about? What's the matter with that ward?"
Gossiping is still a group of middle-aged women who have nothing to do. Middle-aged women gossip and have many mouths. Hearing Shen Wanqing's question, they said it again.
"What else can we do? The newborn baby in the second ward at the end of the corridor cried all night last night. It was called tearing the heart and cracking the lungs. It was painful to listen to this heart!"
"Well, isn't it normal for the newborn child to cry in the middle of the night?" Shen Wanqing asked thoughtfully.
The aunt waved her hand: "what's the point? The point is that a red mole appeared in the middle of the baby's eyebrows overnight. The red mole is as red as blood and seeps very much!"
Shen Wanqing was stunned. "Red mole?"
"Yes, it's a red mole! Many people have seen it!" the aunt replied firmly.
Shen Wanqing frowned and his eyes were full of emotions.
She recovered and smiled at the aunts, "thank you aunts. Bye, aunts."
Shen Wanqing turned and came to the door of the ward. Before he got close to the ward, Shen Wanqing felt the dark, straight and cool air from inside.
Her eyes were cold and she raised her hand and knocked on the door.
The door of the ward was opened and there was a haggard middle-aged man.
When the middle-aged man found that the nurse was not at the door, he became very impatient. "Go away and don't come to see. It's none of your business!"
The attitude of the middle-aged man is very bad, but Shen Wanqing can understand. According to the broken mouth of those aunts outside, this ward must have been visited by many people.
Shen Wanqing pursed his lips. "I'm not here to watch the excitement. I'm a Heavenly Master. Can I have a look at your child?"
The middle-aged man looked at Shen Wanqing like a psycho, "roll, roll, pretend to be a Heavenly Master, fool who!"
"I didn't lie to you. Let me go in and have a look. Maybe I can help you eliminate the red moles in your child's eyebrows."
Shen Wanqing raised his eyes and calmly looked at the middle-aged man. "You should have noticed that the ward has begun to become gloomy recently, and the things encountered are all kinds of strange."
The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Shen Wanqing with complex and unbelievable eyes.
Shen Wanqing's tea eyes were clear and cold, and he repeated blandly, "I just go in and have a look. If I can solve it, I will help you solve it."